Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1887-10-29

t1r that matter. She fatty refused me,
saving she liked me as q friend but
had never yet seen man she cou d
love, and never expected to; and
I further forbade me to ever mention
the subject again: and left in huff "
That IS quite romance, Pat" I
laUghingly exclaimed.
But what. under heaven, am to
do?"
"FCrget all about her.
-But cant do that, he groaned
simply smiled
IA you uad ever been IN love, Bob.
You wOullut sit there and grin"
You are right, Pat; 1 have never
been IN love, and never expect to he
1t Is a foolish scrlpe to get into, and If
you propose to fall in love with girls
Of uncertain character, why
But Pat was at my throat In a flash,
his eyes blazing with anger, his face
pale with passion.
by the holy powers!" he said
hOarsely,
well, well! She may be a countess
in disguise for aught know" I said.
Practically; slut since she does not love
on, cannot perceive that there Is any
thing to be done"
"But something must be done, per
sisted Pat
Pack up and leave Paris" I sug-
gested-
al can't leave Aimee" he groaned
/ pointed out to him the absurdity of
| forming such an attachment for q girl
of whose character, family, and position
he knew absolutely nothing. I expos
| tulated, pleaded, entreated, beseeched,
| but words were useless.
Finally, we came to an agreement to
the effect that ] should go with him to
| see Aimee, and when 1 had fully made
| her acquaintance, was to intercele for
! him; should this fail he promised to
| hear the disappointment with fUrtitude
and leave Paris.
saw Aimee. Making some allow
ance for Pats exuberant fancy, his
description had been tOlerably correct
Aimee LOrette was certainly an attract
i've looking girl, and there was q some
thing in her dark brown, laughing eyes
| that interested even so phlegmatic an
Englishman as myself. The fuency
with which she spoke EHglish led me to
suspect that her home had not always
been in Ia Je.te France; but said moth
ing.
In time, Aimee and I became quite
confidential friends, though toward Pat,
! ever since his declaration, she always
appeared little reserved. found her
we'll educated, intelligent and refined,
and above all, decidedly original.
Finally 1 iuterceded for Pat; but she
would not listen to me, and 1 saw at
once that his case was hopeless.
Pat endeavOred to bear his disap-
pointment like a man, and shortly
afterwards receiving intelligence of the
serioTs illness Of his only sister, he left
for Dublin.
With o hearty grasp of the hand and
Goodbye, Heaven bless Won, old fell
low; do not forget the little girl of
the Rue St. SEVERN, he was gone.
Dear Pat! 1 can see him now, his
tall form bent over the window of the
train, looking as blue as though he
were going to his own funeral
After Pats departure 1 went to see
Aimee very frequently, for missed his
society, and hers was quite acceptable.
I was convinced of the purity of her
character, and that she had one day
been in better circumstance. But
very gradually she grew reserved and
shy, and conclul ling that she hal tired
of my society discontinued my visit,
and in the course of time left Paris.
1t was evident that Pat. like myself.
was no letter writer. Nearly a twelve
month elapsed before heard from
him. He had quietly settled down,
and-b .ess my sOul!-the rascal was
actually married.
@HOw is Aimee?" he inquired in his
letter; and know he blu shed when he
wrote that name, for there was a big,
awkward blot directly above 1t.
"Men's hearts are curious things"
thought 1, my mind reverting to Paris,
and the Rue st. SEVERN; and growing
restless, I pa .ked my box forthwith
and wandered of on one of my rambling
tours.
Being at Rome one day in the studio
Of young artist, an acquaintance OF
mine, half-tinished portrait of Aimee
LOrette arrested my attention.
@Ah" said the artist, chat is
pretty French girl Wi h whom I have
! been trying to pick mp an acquaintance
for the last month; but she is modest,
and will not hirt She lives next door.
1 have been painting her portrait from
memory. She used to pass by my
window every day, but hear she is
very III now, poor girl J"
Aimee i'll! I babe the young artist
good afternoon with more haste, I fear,
than IS consistent with good manner,
| and hurried next door. was admit.
ted by the old Algerian servant.
| Alademoiseue Aimee would see me,
aud 1 was ushered into q neat, tasis
| fully furnished chamber. where ST.,
was sitting IN an easy chair, looking
very pale aud i'll She sprang up with
an ejaculation of surprise as she saw
me, a faint blush mantling cheek and
brow as she extended me her hand.
saying, II never thOu9ht To eaa yor,
again, Monsieur Gordon"
u am very sorry to see YOU so Ill.
Aimee" I said sadly.
Il do not believe I shall live long"
she said with faint smile, "and the few
who would be sorry to see me die
would soon forget ne, and-and there is
only one whom would care to live for. -
A lover. perhaps, Aimee ?" I said,
lightly.
"No. she cried. passionately, "for he
loves me not D"
Our ewes met, and L read her secret
rs she OWNED mine, AMI Cllsped her to
my bosom. / had loved her very long,
but nv pride had never suffered it to
APP II either in look, word, or deed,
for 1 had thought my love was not re-
turned.
How poor a reader Of woman's heart
is man.
"Why did you leave Paris without
coming to say gOod-bye?" Aimee asked,
reprOachfully.
Because, Aimee, I thought you
We're tired of my society" L replied.
" VI nv did You grow so cold and shy?n
Because-Decause IL loved Won,
she fa.teri7 gly whispered. as the ROSY
bushes crimsOned her pale features.